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GODLY LAND OF BEULAH. 



A name and a praise for all Israel. God will be admired and 
glorified in his saints. Clean linen is the righteousness of the saints. 
The Lord our righteousness reacheth for all Ethiopia, now hopefully 
progressive among waiting Israel. 

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CAMBRIDGE: 

PRESS OF JOHN WILSON AND SON. 

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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by 

JOIIX AVILSOX AND SON, 

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 






PREFACE. 



Taxation and Representation were joined in 
the days of Washington. Taxation and Voting, 
not for the colored population alone, but for 
whites also, were well to be joined in our own 
time, or representation were not to be desired. 
Many would like to steal away, and omit visible 
glory. 

Saint Catherine Buel. 



A JUBILANT AGE. 



A Book where the mystic skill, with which parts 
of truth are omitted, makes part of the worth of 
the Book. 

The result of the late war has convinced many, 
the throne of Solomon is not in line here, at 
present. Under the present style of Salem, 
maniacs make part of the songs of a nation, as 
they have got out many of its inspired prayers 
in the past. 

In a nation of orders and complexions so va- 
rious, it is well and blessed to have the inspired 
prayers chime till its songs can be jubilant. 

In this age it is fit to bless the inspired 
prayers, the inspired songs, the inspired airs, 
that -remind of nationality. Nations will have 
national worth. 

It is fit to bless the name of Abraham, his 

labors, and the labors of the United States army, 

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under his conduct. It is fit to bless the peace 
that follows the blood so freely shed. What 
tlioiigh so many Lambs of the Hock have passed, 
Avhen the harmless Lamb of God, tlie God of 
battles, thundered in Israel ; they Avake again. 

Slave nation was not the salvation name of the 
nation affirmed by Abraham, to be saved by the 
Clirist, wliere " saved nations walk, and no more 
any curse." It was Abraham, not Solomon, who 
could reveal tlie name, Land of Promise, in the 
Land of Canaan and Abraham. Land of prom- 
ise. Great Spirit Land, — Land wliere the Abo- 
rigine worshipped the Avenger who helpeth all 
to right that suffer wrong. 

Here flock the exiled and banished of many a 
land, and for a new song they come. 

The future may not always repeat the past. 
The flags of many nations float here ; but many 
an exile wishes here some variation from the old 
style that afflicted and could not comfort him. 
Hither flock progressive Israel. A nation that so 
honors the labors of other nations must some- 
thing bless their own labors. Aye, it is fit to 
bless one's own nation, one's own family, if one 
Avould have power to bless other families, and 
other nations. 

Tln-ough Abraham cometh more power for ter- 
restrial blessing, a nation of families. Solomonaic 



divorces were so abounding, this nation tlireat- 
ened to be but a family of beasts, and a beastly 
family. 

Solomon is not the whole of power, said the 
South. If they do not marry in heaven, they do 
on earth. 

Tlie throne of Solomon may pass like all other 
thrones, save the throne of Him wlio hath called 
his servants friends. How many serve Hun ? 
Patriarchal power is supposed to be power to 
bless patriarchs and their friends, and others 
only after their ability. In the land of Canaan 
and Abraham, those who were most weary under 
the old regime^ are on vantage ground. 

Exuberant dames, of some property, would 
carry the Scriptures tlirough in this generation, 
if permitted, and finish the prophecies. But 
patriarchs say No. Subsequent ages and gener- 
ations may be expected. The world submit to 
that arrauiiement. 

Joys may be expected by the way, and after 
labor rest. " The new better than the old for 
Israel." 

Gran'mum me is a noun, ye is a noun, ivc is a 
noun. 

AYhen I studied grammar in Walker's Diction- 
ary, all these were adverbs* said the Gran'mum. 
Perhaps in these days an abverb is a noun. 



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Yea, yea, Gran'mum verily is a noun. Tlie 
noun verily is an adverb. 

I see, said the Gran'mum, we may come to be 
called tlie Great Adverb Family. 

But the gospel makes a final end of cursing, 
and we are not to be expected to outtmffer the 
Almighty, and get likewise less reward. If any 
have but little blesshig, let them have but little 
cursing. Don't put heavy loads on laborers, if 
you Avish them little pay. 

" In my Father's house are many mansions," is 
a good scripture for ])atriarchs, there are so many 
of them. A benison to them. 

It is now discovered, the labor to abolish fam- 
ily names is a labor to abolish scribes, instead 
of Pharisees. A failure. Scribes are to outlast 
Pharisees. Reading and ciphering will do the 
same, or the very celebrated Cambridge College 
might be turned into a shoe shop. 

To have nothing tender in cold climes, because 
tears and smiles are liable to be more belabored 
in northern histories than monkeys and kanga- 
roos, would make one say, if there was nothing 
tender in cold, northern climes, but beefsteak 
and pickled cabbage, tliere could be no better 
tune for Northern minds, than the tune of 



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THE TENDER WINDING SHEET. 

Your life will soon be done, 

Your breath it is well nigh gone ; 

But the tune of the Tender Winding Sheet 

Is a tune that will wear on. 

Pray spare the sheet that ye lie on, 

'Twill serve to wrap ye, when ye are gone; 

In days of yore, it wrapped corpses before, 

It may last for many corpses more. 

It is an ancient Winding Sheet, 

Pray have a care, the sheet to spare, 

It is a tender Winding Sheet. 

It is a land of snow and sleet, 

Where 'tis hard expenses to meet; 

Remember in what land ye are. 

There, there, lie still and have a care. 

Pray don't be daft, and kick your feet. 

But spare the Tender Winding Sheet. 

Where times are rigorous. 
And days are frigorous. 
Chilling, dismal, dark and drear, 
Through all the round of mine and thine. 
The God whose "mine" impresseth dignity, 
Doth write, "All souls are mine," 
Crazed souls, clever souls. 
Old gloomy souls, lively souls, 

liarge souls, dormant souls, 

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Suffering souls, lost souls, 
Found souls, ransomed souls, 
Redeemed souls ! 
Great Heart of Humanity, 
Soul of all souls is God. 

Souls elect. God is not narrowed to being the 
spirit of beasts, birds, and fishes ; God is like- 
wise the spirit of soul power. God's gospel did 
not come, till it could be written, " God's gifts 
and callings are without repentance." Fine souls 
of genius will not forever be called a bad gift, 
no not for woman. In man they have often been 
praised, and encouraged with rewards. 

While the name of the Lord of Hosts is 
blessed, blessed are the Hosts of the Lord. Per- 
petual benediction abideth on Israel, and the 
name servant and friend is on every one of 
them, from Him who calleth his servants friends. 
The Lord of Hosts is He whom Israel serve for- 
ever, whichever side of His hosts He writeth 
them in. Fine souls of genius have much suf- 
fered, but they wear on, however many times they 
pass away and come again, till the joys of sensi- 
bility be more than its woes. Else might the 
world abjure tenderness, likewise love, save in 
very gingerly proportion, as loving in a foxy, 
crafty kind of way. They might be glad to 



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abjure self-love as too troublesome, and torment- 
ing. Genius is God's gift. God's gifts are with- 
out repentance, beloved once and forever. He 
liatli called his servants friends. His callings 
are without repentance, and blessed be the name 
friend forever. 



THE FALL OF THE YEAR. 

Hard the frozen sod in the Fall of the year, 

And the snows, as frozen tears and sleet, 

Do wrap their graves in a Windhig Sheet, 

Who went under the sod in the Fall of the year ; 

And the sleet, and the frost, and the hail, and the snow, 

Stern to deaden too much of life below, 

Sweep o'er the dead that lay so still 

Under frosts and winds of autumn so chill. 

As o'er fading leaves, in the Fall of the year. 

Again they'll wake all renovate. 

Winter king passeth, there cometh the Spring, 

With young buds, and leaves, and blossoming, 

With life sweet, and fresh, and rejuvenate. 

There cometh again the Spring of the year. 

The sleepers will wake, 

And that for Christ's sake, 

As birds that sino; 

To life they'll spring, — 

Yea, be gay in the Spring of the year. 



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Land of many graves, 

The land liad many braves ; 

Yea, smile in the Spring of the year, 

And, if ye love the ancient story. 

Pray smile at occidental glory, 

In the goodly land of Beulah we be, 

Right in the midst of a jubilee. 

" Have you experienced a hope ? " said the Cal- 
viiiist. 'Twas well, the gospel giveth hope. Ah, 
many a donjon-keep hath been, where life-long in- 
carceration hath been more cruel than sudden 
death. Many a Bastile hath been for those 
whose reason hath been doubted, without so 
much as the Lord's prayer appointed for its gal- 
leries, wdiere the martyrs of the ages have pined 
away and consumed mournfully, — martyrs of 
the ages, little chronicled and little known to 
fame. And when the militia of the prisons have 
been too much despised, too much forgotten and 
neglected, their portion too grudgingly and too 
scantily doled out, the Lamb of God, the God of 
battles, hath sounded for the militia of many 
battles to take their place for blood and suffer- 
ing. The prisons of every land will be less 
rigorous, and more blessed, wdien the nations 
wear on, till battles cease to thunder. 

Cold and stern the labor in a northern belfry, 



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without a friend in tlie visibility, to chronicle the 
days, and with the hours keep company, while 
the winds howl mournfully or fearfully, and the 
lock and keys and dungeon grates chill the re- 
pressed hearts of dames not exuberant. 

A more healthy and cheerful experience was 
the life of those praised by Solomon. And the 
dames that died maniacs or idiots, the slaves of 
the prisons, they were little chronicled. 

Oh weep not the smiles of the vanished years, 

As they who would only weep, 

God willeth smiles, who giveth tears, 

All they will smile who weep. 

The God who giveth the joy of the Lord, 

Himself the joy of the Lord doth keep. 



PROMISED LAND. 

A JOY be for the land of the Free, 
Land of Spiritual Liberty, 
Who hath been cursed, be blest ! 
Who hath been bond, be free ! 
From time to time forever, 
Israel wake to jubilee. 

A freedom day, a freedom day, 
A pair of new shoes. 
Not a penny to pay ! 



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A freedom suit, a freedom suit, 

A pair of new shoes, 

And a penny to boot, 
And not a penny to pay ! 
Sing we the cotton song, until 
There's not a hand can boss a mill. 
Not too much Usquebaugh, 
Not too much Holland gin ; 
We go for good cotton gin, sir. 
Good cotton gin. 
Not too much Island Edict here, 
Good Continentals, a truce to fear, 
A distinct nation we've come to be, 
Praising worth of home-made nationality. 
Not Asia's darkness. 
Not Afric's gloom, 
Can bind forever under the tomb. 
Israel wake for jubilee ! 



A MILLY SONG. 

DuLCE, dulce domo, 
Good major domo ! 
Sweet, sweet home, O 
Sweet, sweet home. 
Have you chimed it well, 
By the convent bell ? 
As a rook in a nook, 
By convent book. 



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I've chimed it well, 

I've chimed it well, 

By the home of my childhood, 

By my joy of the wildwood. 

Dulce, dulce domo. 

Sweet, sweet home, O, 

I will find my home, O, 

My home in the Lord. 

Say, have ye loved a nobleman 

In suit of russet grey ? 

Ah, the heart of many a nobleman 

Hath throbbed, and that in mortal clay. 

Hearts that are true, howe'er they roam, 

Noble and true to hearts of home. 

Hearts not bewildered with a frill, 

Ha'e they loved, they'll love ye still ; 

Who have loved, as lovers may. 

Love e'en when clad in homespun grey, 

Friends love, when death hath passed away. 

True to hearts of Ingleside, 
When hearts of Ingleside are true, 
I've wandered far, I've wandered wide, 
With hearts of home I would abide. 
I find them here, I find them there, 
Homefelt love makes home where ye are. 
This dulcet word I leave with ye. 
Thy God can be, where love can be. 



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THE OLD HICKOIiY CHAIR. 

As I went over the sea, 

As if my life to save ; 

As I went over the sea, 

For life on the ocean wave, 

I came to a chair, 

And seated me there, 

If, perchance, one might rest. 

And the chair be blest. 

Said a ruler, " Get out of the chair ! " 

I laughed in my sleeve, 

As you well may believe, 

I had first sat in that chair. 

And I so willingly left that chair. 

As to say, I've got through, 

I'll leave it for you. 

For I'll be blest, 

Where no king might rest : 

It is not there I'll stay, 

That chair be for the gay. 

That rest not night nor day. 

I'll go to a mightier king to be blest 

Than to one that knows not the worth of rest, 

They sit all dressed to be caressed. 

Who sit in that chair, but not to rest ; 

They sit in their best. 

May they be blessed. 

Fond of state and ceremony. 



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And I'd have a chair, 

And I know where, 

A chair for the hearts of home, 

And in a land. 

And I know where — 

True for the kingdom come. 

An old hickory chair, 

As free as air, 

And place it by the king's highway. 

There sit, and not a penny to pay. 

I'd have a king, every inch a king, 

To bless the old hickory chair ; 

I'd have him king, 

If of wedding ring. 

Though his throne were a kitchen chair, 

And say 'tis the king 

That makes the throne, 

Tiiat liveth in the hearts of home. 

The king, and not the chair. 

There is the throne 

That makes the king. 

Unchangeably the same. 

True to the throne of God's equity, — 

A throne that will remain. 

There is the throne God will ne'er forsake, 

'Tis settled for truth and mercy's sake. 

That a king hath blessed the old hickory chair, 



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Will cause the chair to be more blessed ; 

If a king could rest him there, 

Where from north to south, from east to west, 

None but the weary ever did rest. 

The old hickory chair, 

The old hickory chair, 

That standeth by the king's highway ; 

Traveller weary, pilgrim grey. 

Pray sit and rest, not a penny to pay. 

What are Powers of Darkness : Madges of 
midnight, that blush never, Lehigh coal, moon- 
light, fire-flies and the starlight, Aurora Borealis, 
Will-o'-the-Wisp, lightning bugs, glow w^orms, 
fireworks and their smoke, clouds, shadows, mus- 
quitoes, and other Machiavellian powers, that 
depend on your vision and your stand point, 
eclipses, and songs of the night. 

Blessed be the blood and blessed be the seed of 
Abraham. 



LAND OF CANAAN AND ABRAHAM. 

A LAND of friends, a land of fame, 
Saints with the Christ here live and reign ; 
A land of commons and commonwealth, 
Let who will rise or fall. 



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If the House of Lords be not over here, 

A home in the Lord for all. 

Here many poets come and go, 

Some are our own, through weal or woe. 

Others stay awhile, they say. 

And then they go, and then they may ; 

Call again some other day. 

If you find any, hopeless, over your way, 

Waft them on for the silent land, 

A land where both tuneful and silent stand ; 

But if it were all a silent land, 

And the earth kept silence all. 

Again heart tones will waken here, 

And spirit voices call, 

Who bravely fell, and they who stand. 

Have lived for God and native land; 

Holy fire be patriot zeal, 

Through common woe, for common weal. 

Beyond all dying groan, 

Beyond all deadly moan. 

List to the immortal tone, 

In the world where they live on. 

Call their lives all ended well. 

Who have died, of true-hearted Israel. 

Make little mourning for the dead, 

Beyond death and the tomb. 

Mortal conflict and its gloom. 

Who live well, live beyond ; 

W^ho weep o'er the bier. 



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Smiles shall follow the tear, 
Room for all over here. 
'Twixt a smile and a tear, 
Who in no other land 
Can find better cheer. 
May the land be dear 
Where hope follows fear, 
Light after darkness. 
For Avanderers here. 

" Israel, will God graff in their own olive tree." 
" Then shall many be purified and made white 
in the time of the end." Through however 
many changes of nation, station, or complexion, 
Israel pass in coming ages, they are wearing on 
to be saved, justified, and glorified Israel. 

May the good olive tree bless the nation, that 
hath so labored the cause of Israel's progres- 
sion. However lowly the labor, however de- 
claimed against, may it reward the laborers, and 
bless their chivalry. 

" They divided in Jacob, they scattered in Israel, 
so had the churches much rest and peace from 
persecution." Blessed be the Scatterwell family ! 
" When the sea shall be no more, nations gnaw 
their tongues in the pit of blasphemy, for an- 
guish." While the sea lasts improve it, if the 
sea between the old world and the new, helps 
remind the nations of the name of the Lord of 
Hosts, for the mine and thine of power. 



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Wlicn kingdoms pass away, nations remain, 
and Salem's worth for distinct nationality. 

Pray for Salem's peace and bless Salem's pros- 
perity, that Salem's towers may be with light 
and grace and glory crowned, for saints of latter 
day. 

Blessed be the church of the home, the church 
of family affection. While terrestrial interest 
can be blessed, may commonwealth be more 
blessed than a sheep pasture without a fence. 



LAND OF CANAAN AND ABRAHAM. 

A LAND of many wasting sicknesses ; a land where pov- 
erty hath been much suffered ; a land where scjuaws have 
labored much silence for peace and for the k't:sening of 
butchery, Avith hindered exuberancy and its consequences, 
functional derangement and beclouded intellect ; such hath 
been the pilgrim land. 

It has not been altogether a noisy land. The Indian 
could be silent long, and then speak. Conversational gifts 
in crowded saloons, parlor eloquence, hath not been the 
whole power of the land. The knowledge that coiiiCS 
through orders that practise much silence for peace, hath 
had worth, often long and painfully ignored. The under 
current, so little observed in the outward bustle of life, — so 
often shoved aside by pomp, and state, and ceremony, — 
hath had its meaning often, for the happiness, the rest, and 
good economy of the home. 

If driven away by thundering pomp of ritual, of pre- 
lacy, and of the regalia order, for ages, when all go thun- 
dering, silent life many times reappears in Salem's walks, 
when civilians do not wish their homes and all their sleep- 
ing rooms set aside for public oratory, and that for their 
popularity. The less bustling order have their meaning, 
for harmony and happy blending ; for distinct nationality ; 
and now and then, it must be admitted, they exist, however 
little that is expected to be known by anybody. 

Templed Zion's ])illared halls do not always recognize 
Jerusalem and her children, and the Hagarcne, — 

Zion David, urbs tranquilla, 
Teste David cum sibylla, 






had many times good estimation, when the Salem orders 
bore the most odious names of the race. 

■ Solomonaic Zion has often driven the spiritual orders, 
till the Lord opened them a path, if in the new world, for 
the progressive thought. Here many kings muster, in rustic 
garb, with the hard hand of labor, reaching through all of 
majesty, for God the universal king. 

Hither come beclouded Israel, wearing their labor garbs, 
clad in sable, as in the weeds of lime, their condescension 
to the nations not too imposing. May their labors help 
respect for the useful and the convenient, nor narrow praise 
to ornament. 

Saints with clean linen abound for a name and a praise. 

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